Life is hard, that's why no one survives (half-closed)

[dodgeouttahell]

WHO: Zagreus et al.
WHERE: wherever, whenever
WHEN: Dec and perhaps January
WHAT: Catchall and closed starters for people. Pls find my plotting comment here or throw me a wildcard if any of the prompts work.
WARNINGS: TBU

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[dodgeouttahell]

[God, this guy would be so delighted at the idea of having an almost!brother.

Ah, there it is. Zagreus does nod, though his brow weighs heftier with some slight unsurprising realization. He's used to those Chthonic being feared or shunned by most mortals until they find themselves stepping into the halls of the House.

Then, Hypnos signs them in, and suddenly everything stopped making sense for them, with his sleepy, cheerful disposition as he'd go, sleep mask on his forehead as he tutted over the notebook, "it says here that you fell off a cliff. Well, that's just silly; humans can't fly!"

He smiles sadly.]

I suppose you've heard of it, then. Not many people have.

[They cross another door.

The hall is open on one side, the columns holding out a balcony. On the horizon lies a single, lonely mountain, mist and clouds covering its peak. But Zagreus' gaze focuses on the bright spot of sunshine in the distance, just before the foot of it. He takes a deep breath. It's impossible to get there now.

No. Not impossible. Just never attempted.

He looks at Dokja.] We're almost there.

[They cross the hallway and into.

A bedroom. As messy as a normal bedroom is except.

Who the hell is this guy?]

So, uh, am I interrupting something?